Death is the ETERNAL MYSTERY we all face, not knowing anything about the experience. We may be better off. We may be worse off. We may just be gone with nothing to experience at all in any way, like flipping off a light switch.

Life is another ETERNAL MYSTERY. We are alive but the experience of life is the experience of the cosmos available to us in the time and place of our living, yet, it doesn’t tell us anything about life itself. If life could talk to us, what would it say? Are there ways to live that would open us more fully to life, living, being alive? How might we live in order to become fully aware of life itself? Are we missing anything by the way we live?

Everything we know is a reflection, a projection, of our imagination. Of our interpretation of our experience. It is something we make up to satisfy ourselves about the meaning of what we experience, but it only means what we say it means to us. What else might it mean? What else could it mean? Who is to say? How would they know?

We are surrounded by MYSTERY! Everything we say we know is something we make up, or someone makes up and tells us it is so.